As though invisible strings were tied to Snape's wrists, neck, and knees, he was pulled into a standing position, head still lolling unpleasantly, like a grotesque puppet.
But now being asked to stand in front of and support her marriage to someone who, for all intents and purposes, hates me, at the very least, wishes me a not-so-pleasant stay in eternal hell.
She was unpleasantly conscious that she had been on the verge of speaking as " one of the foolish women speaketh" — telling first and entreating silence after.